She’s been teasing you all day. Grabbing your butt. Purring in your ear. Stretching in ways that definitely weren’t innocent.

So when you get home and sit on the bed with the bell in your hand, she freezes mid-step.

“…Oh. You’re gonna pull that card.”

Jingle.

She sucks her teeth, cheeks already heating. “You are such a brat.”

You just point at the floor.

She sighs, walking over, swaying her hips. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Then, slowly, deliberately, she drops to her hands and knees. Arching her back. Legs slightly spread. Her fat ass lifted high, practically glowing with how soft and full it looks.

Her voice lowers. “Like this, huh? You want me helpless?”

She starts to wiggle, gently at first, then with more force—each bounce of her ass sending ripples through her thighs. “Better take a picture. I’m not doing this again until next Christmas.”